Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1111: 1086: The Romantic Paired with Spicy Hot Pot

Ye Chen had never imagined that he would suddenly end up in the universe of the legendary Hong Kong film “God of Gambling”.

The figure striding in was none other than Gao Jin, the God of Gambling portrayed by Brother Fa.

This grand entrance had long turned into an iconic moment.

Countless have tried to copy it, but Brother Fa’s unmatched presence remains unbeatable.

Excitement surged through Ye Chen.

He absolutely adored this movie.

Back then, he had rewatched it endless times.

Brother Fa’s suave style had always stuck with him.

Landing in the God of Gambling world felt fantastic.

Danger? Ye Chen wasn’t fazed at all.

Invincible against blades and gunfire now, he feared nothing.

Even facing bad guys wouldn’t rattle him.

Brother Fa sauntered to the table and sat with legs crossed.

A cigar dangled from his lips as a nearby waiter offered a lighter.

Brother Fa snatched cash from the table to ignite it first, then lit his cigar with the burning bill.

The move flowed seamlessly, utterly badass.

Lighting a smoke with US dollars was another timeless stunt from back in the day.

Incredible.

Witnessing this live hit harder than any movie screen.

Ye Chen remembered the moment perfectly.

It marked the climactic showdown between the God of Gambling and his foe.

The middle-aged opponent across the table was utterly dominated by Brother Fa’s vibe.

Everything unfolded just like in the film.

After some banter, stacks of chips crashed onto the table.

The high-stakes gamble kicked off.

Gao Jin and the antagonist traded blows in masterful play.

Their skills dazzled Ye Chen completely.

This real-life thrill outshone any cinematic version.

They dove into classic Blackjack.

Yet early on, Brother Fa hit a slump and took a loss.

During the break, his stomach rumbled loudly.

That’s when the system chimed in.

The food delivery order came from Brother Fa himself.

A subtle grin crossed Ye Chen’s face.

In this movie, who else deserved delivery service besides Brother Fa?

Ye Chen grabbed the delivery box, revealing The Romantic wine and spicy hot pot.

“Mr. God of Gambling, here’s your delivery order.”

Ye Chen delivered the line with a bright smile to the God of Gambling.

Though his modern outfit screamed delivery guy back home.

Here in 1990s Hong Kong, no one recognized it—they thought it looked sharp.

Combined with Ye Chen’s godlike handsome features, it shone even brighter.

Ye Chen’s arrival left everyone dumbfounded.

“Who’s this young guy?”

“What’s a delivery man supposed to be?”

“Doesn’t this delivery dude outshine the God of Gambling in looks?”

“Insanely handsome—I was a God of Gambling fan, but I’m switching sides right now.”

The audience buzzed with chatter.

The God of Gambling froze at the sight of Ye Chen too.

This kid didn’t even try to act cool, yet his presence rivaled mine perfectly.

Plus, how did he time the delivery right when hunger struck?

“Was it that wish I made earlier?”

The God of Gambling had slipped earlier from hunger dulling his edge.

Now this delivery pro arrived like a lifesaver with perfect timing.

He even packed the favorite drink, The Romantic.

Though stunned by Ye Chen, the God of Gambling kept his cool exterior.

“Thanks, leave the wine—I’ll use it to rinse after eating.”

Ye Chen rolled his eyes inwardly.

The Romantic, worth hundreds of thousands per bottle, used for mouth rinse? Pure extravagance.

Seeing the rival flex like that, Ye Chen fired back without missing a beat.

“Mr. Gao, rinse away at your leisure, but normally I use this stuff for foot baths.”

Ye Chen’s comeback silenced the God of Gambling instantly.

He’d planned a little brag himself.

But this guy outdid him in swagger.

Who was stealing the spotlight here?

You’re hogging all the cool lines—what’s left for me?

The God of Gambling nearly coughed up blood from the roast.

Ye Chen flashed a light smile.

“Oh, Mr. Gao, seeking something to fire up your senses? Try this spicy hot pot—you’ll love it.”

The God of Gambling eyed the spicy hot pot, lost in thought for a second.

A wave of aroma hit him.

Mingled with a fierce spicy kick.

Gao Jin had savored countless gourmet dishes, but Sichuan-style spicy hot pot was new territory.

The scent alone nearly made drool pool.

The God of Gambling sipped some red wine.

Today’s weirdness called for a nerve-soother.

He grabbed chopsticks and scooped a bite of spicy hot pot.

One taste, and he went rigid.

The flavor exploded divinely.

Spicy fire blasted his taste buds.

“This flavor is incredible.”

“Never tasted anything this good before.”

The God of Gambling stood mesmerized.

As a top-tier socialite, he’d sampled every luxury cuisine.

Yet Ye Chen’s spicy hot pot blew him away.

That spicy rush was electrifying.

His mind sharpened instantly.

A total refresh washed over the God of Gambling.

The heat brought sweat pouring down his face.

“This taste—it’s unreal.”

“Way too delicious.”

“First time for food this amazing.”

The God of Gambling teared up over the dish.

Partly from the spice, partly from sheer delight.

Most crucially, the spicy hot pot erased all mental weariness.

Replaced by pure exhilaration.

“Brother, what’s this dish called?” the God of Gambling asked eagerly.

Ye Chen smiled faintly: “It’s spicy hot pot.”

Spicy hot pot?

The God of Gambling muttered it softly.

“It’s hawked on every street over there.”

“Street stalls? I figured it came from five-star chefs.”

“Hua Country’s eats are insanely good—I’m dying to head back home.”

At that instant, the God of Gambling yearned deeply for Hua Country cuisine.

The onlookers gawked at the spectacle.

The God of Gambling pairing red wine with spicy hot pot.

That irresistible scent stirred hunger in the crowd.

The smug villain, brimming with vigor earlier, now drooled shamelessly.

The God of Gambling wore pure bliss, reborn.

Ye Chen grinned softly too.

The God of Gambling clearly loved the grub—five-star rating locked in.

The intense spice had tears streaming earlier, sharpening his eyes.

Even his hearing felt razor-sharp again.

Next up: dice rolling.

As the dice settled, the God of Gambling called it instantly.

Nine points.

Revealed: exactly nine points.

Unbelievably spot-on.

The crowd erupted.

The villain’s brow creased deeply.

He sensed the God of Gambling transformed after the delivery meal.